Love is lust in line

So let us lie:

That a kiss in the rain

is a love drenched in truth.

The archaic resounding ‘let’s wait’

in love is but blustering boring vain.

Oh let us shut our eyes:

at the tear-soaked guilt

and sorrow-wrinkled faces

as the virgin hearts break

and blameless souls are set aflame.

We call this passion

yet pluck out its eyes

so it may never see reason.

Let us tarnish white, black,

Sacrifice joy for all that is dark.

Realise that love is lust in line.

By David Mwaura

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